Friday, June 17, 2011

I need to buy a tire gauge...

Today was my last trip to the Oncologists office.

Thank you Lord.

Don't tell anyone... but... I stole three dum-dums lollipops from his office... I figure I earned them... When the nurse took my vitals I was running a fever... and had very low blood pressure. We talked about my flat tire (I'll get to that later... quite funny) and she took me to my room.

We waited for about two minutes and... the Doctor came in and said...

"Negative, Negative!"

He exclaimed it as if it were a celebration... I sat... In disbelief...

ok... So I don't have castlemans... Or cancer (wow... I can finally say that word).

He looked at me and with sorrow in his face he said...

"now we just have to send you to two more doctors... I am so sorry. Let me go make some calls."

My mom and I sat in the exam room... with a painting of ambiguous fruit hanging on the wall... and without saying a word knew exactly what each other were thinking... man... this stinks... we just want an answer... but we are so happy it isn't cancer or castlemans...

I sent some text messages while I was waiting in the room and let friends and family know the good news... and the bad. And tried to figure out how I was going to go on from here...

I went home and did my usual... sleep off the news ritual... Good or bad... I sleep... it's how I accept things... process... Restart...

So now you all know... Please pray that Monday (my next doctor's appointment) would give us some more guidance. I don't know how much more I can take... My walking is getting more and more unstable as each day passes. The pain is so horrible. And my fever's just wont go away.

So... now for the funny story...

Last night... My parents had picked up my dad's car from the shop. It was getting it's air conditioning fixed... Well as my dad drove it home... it overheated... eventually he made it home after a few stops to cool off.. (there's nothing like picking up your car and having it be more broken then when you brought it in.)

He needed to take my mom's car this morning... And we were going to take my car ( I drive an adorable smart car... yeah... Her name is Wendy and she is cuter than cute she has personalized plates and everything :) they say something about ladybugs...I know...obsessive gardener).

Well... this morning I got really sick... I threw up in the middle of the night and then this morning.... not totally uncommon for me right now... but it still stinks every time. So needless to say I was running a little slow... After taking some prescription anti-nausea medicine my doctor has prescribed... I was ready to go (only 5 minutes behind schedule... praying for no traffic).

We walked to my car and... she had a flat... SERIOUSLY?!?!?! we had no other car to take... she had enough air to get to the gas station that was about a quarter mile away... this was when I had more sense-ability than my mom (a rare occasion)... she wanted to just drive it... all twenty miles to the appointment... yeah... I wasn't going to do that to my baby... I convinced her we would get in an accident and die... we had no choice but to take more time.. Finally we get to that gas station... and pull up... put our dollar in... and pull the air thingy out... it only came out two feet... the thing was broken...

My mom was in tears... and I was laughing my head off...

"It's ok!" I said "we will make it... let's drive 15 feet to the next one"

"we need to get to your appointment!!!" she proclaimed... loud enough for all of San Clemente to hear.

We drove to the next one... and the rope thingy pulled out... I called the doctors office and told them we were running about 10 minutes late... because we had a flat.

Well... it was there... I had to do something that my great grandfather would have turned over in his grave about...

"eyeball it"

The stupid air machine didn't have a tire gauge that worked on it... so... we eyeballed it... and hoped we hadn't over inflated... I got chewed out by my mom for not keeping one in my car...(that was great grandpa's thing) and we were finally on our way...

Mom and I laughed about it the whole way... I said it must have been a good thing... cause we already had a very bad morning... with the puking and tire... it couldn't get any worse...

Well, we didn't get the "answers" we were looking for... but we did get some very good news... no cancer.... no castlemans... but still... no answer.

3 comments:

Kathleen
said...

Bless your heart. I feel your frustration. God has answered part of our prayers and He will answer the rest. You can get through this, because He won't give you any more than you can handle and He is there with you. I know you want this to be over and I pray that the new doctors will discover the problem. Hang in there.

I'm so glad it wasn't cancer, but I totally sympathize with not getting ANY answer and how much that blows. I will keep praying, and I'm so glad you only have 2 days til your next appt. I'll be praying that they can quickly find out what's going on or that Jesus will just miraculously heal you (another fabulous option!)